What just happened?
Maybe I shouldn't have looked at it, maybe I shouldn't have touched him. I had no idea what to think of him, when I first met him, he seemed so innocent and confused. Then there was that time when I fell asleep to him stroking my hair. Now he is this stoic stranger and I have no idea what to do.
Once I knew that he had already left, I scrambled to my feet and scampered in the direction that he had gone. I know he told me to stay put, but I wanted to see where he had gone.
I quickly ran down the empty hallway. Thats was when I heard heavy footsteps coming my way. I knew that it wasn't Parker, he wouldn't make himself that obvious. The only explanation would be a night guard. Crouching behind a stack of crates, I held my breath. The footsteps stopped and as soon as I was about to step out from behind the crates, a hand was slapped in front of my mouth, while another arm yanked me back by my waist.
I was too terrified to scream.
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Super short, really bad, I know. Sorry😔
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